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Her white affrighted face had been turned upon Ronador in fearful fascination since Diane had struck his arm. Whether or not she had comprehended any of the talk that followed is a matter of doubt. When at last, after an interval of flurry and excitement in the camp, Aunt Agatha gasped, sat up again and stared wildly at the sympathetic line of faces about her, Ronador was gone.
You mean your daughter?" "I have no child," said Theodomir. "The girl you saw to-night is my foster daughter, the child of my wife and the man for whose whim she begged me to divorce her." "No child!" exclaimed the Baron with a sickening flash of realization. "My poor Ronador!" "My kindness to her," said Mic-co, "was at first a discipline.
Then the sirocco of fear and hate centering about her, would blow itself out forever and his own life would be safe, for the secret would be worthless. These men Tregar, Ronador, Themar scrupled for vastly different reasons to take the life of a woman. Money! Money! He must have money!
Wild relief at Carl's tale of the jealous Indian, thoughts of Philip, of Carl, of Keela, of Ronador, all these, persistently haunting the girl's harassed mind, had wearied her greatly. Moreover, Aunt Agatha was not restful; nor would she depart.
"I'm offending, I know," he said steadily, "and I crave forgiveness, but muster an indifferent gift of patience as best I may, I can not wait. It is weeks, you recall " Diane flushed brightly. "Yes," she said. "I know. I have been in the Everglades." "Your aunt told me." Ronador searched her face suddenly with peculiar intentness.
Torn by black suspicion, Ronador saw no peace in this tranquil Florida world of sun and flower, of warm south wind and bright-winged bird. He saw only the buzzards, birds of evil omen. Swayed by fiery gusts of passion, of remorse, of sullenness and jealousy, he rode on, a prey to sinister resolution.
Ronador moistened his white lips and looked away. Trembling violently she turned to Philip. "Philip!" she cried. "What is it?" As her eyes met his, her hand went to her heart and the color swept in brilliant tide from the slim brown throat to the questioning eyes. "Oh, Philip! Philip!" She choked and fell again to trembling.
Superstition flamed hotly up in his heart now at the sight of it. Diane was sewing. He had caught the flutter of her gown beneath a cedar as he stopped the car. There was no one visible in the camp of the Indian girl. Ronador sprang from his car and waved to the girl, smiling, she came to meet him.
Until you come to me, however," he added with dignity, "I shall not meddle again." "I shall not come!" said Ronador imperiously. But the Baron was gone. Later, by the cypress pool, the gray monk and the minstrel talked long and earnestly of one who knew overmuch of the affairs of both. "There is but one thing more," faltered Themar at the end. "I may speak with freedom?"
I bear an urgent message of similar import from one who has had the distinction of playing imperial chess!" They were curious words but not so curious in substance as in effect. With a cry of startled anger, Ronador leaped back, his eyes flashing terrible menace at Philip.
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